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- (bkz: an american prayer)
(bkz: jim morrison)
morrison, küçükken yaşadığı ve hayatını büyük ölçüde etkileyen bir olayı anlatıyor...
dawn's highway
me and my -ah- mother and father - and a
grandmother and a grandfather - were driving through
the desert, at dawn, and a truck load of indian
workers had either hit another car, or just - i don't
know what happened - but there were indians scattered
all over the highway, bleeding to death.
so the car pulls up and stops. that was the first time
i tasted fear. i musta' been about four - like a child is
like a flower, his head is just floating in the
breeze, man.
the reaction i get now thinking about it, looking
back - is that the souls of the ghosts of those dead
indians...maybe one or two of 'em...were just
running around freaking out, and just leaped into my
soul. and they're still in there.
indians scattered on dawn's highway bleeding
ghosts crowd the young child's fragile eggshell mind.(siyah, 29.01.2006 18:52)
- paris kills albümünden bir the 69 eyes şarksı.
ı saw a ghost on the highway
bleeding on the road
he said an empty heart is always
stone-cold
[chorus]
time to let it go
time to let it go
and time for you to grow old
ı saw a dead coyote on the highway
bleeding on the middle of the road
time tuns out on dawn's highway
the wind's so cold
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